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lastmod: "2021-09-12T22:47:44.0000000+01:00"
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author: patrick
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categories:
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- creative
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comments: true
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date: "2013-10-20T00:00:00Z"
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aliases:
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- /creative/the-ravenous/
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- /the-ravenous/
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title: The Ravenous
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sidenotes: true
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---
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[Once upon a midnight dreary][1], while I pondered, weak and weary,
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I required a snack to feed me. Reaching in the kitchen drawer -
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With the scissors, cut the wrapping, I revealed a jar of tapen-
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Ade of olives. Gently snapping, snapping off the lid, I saw:
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Lines of mouldy olive scored the tapenade. The lid I saw
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Speckled with each mocking spore.
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How the pangs of hunger rumbled while I cursed the jar I'd fumbled;
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Indistinct, I faintly mumbled, "May this torture last no more!"
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Suddenly I saw the bread bin; eagerly towards it edging,
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Bravely to my stomach pledging, pledging food would be in store.
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Opening that sacred vessel, only crumbs were left in store.
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Savagely the bag I tore.
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Now my thoughts turned to basmati; I would make a dish quite hearty,
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And my shattered brain was party to such plans of starch galore.
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Trembling I imagined sauces rich in spice and such resources,
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Gripped by these enchanting forces, opened I the cupboard door.
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Slavering, excitement mounting, opened I the cupboard door;
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Rice stocks were exceeding poor.
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How my stomach needed filling. Dreams of pancakes gently grilling
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Served to give me eager willingness to find a bag of {{< side right flour-footnote `flour.`>}} Pronounced "floor". {{< /side >}}
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Happily it was not lacking. Took the eggs out from their packing,
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Fetched a bowl, and in it cracking, cracking eggs so batter'd pour.
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Tipped the milk (blue top, full-fat) in, mixing up so batter'd pour.
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Sugar I could not ignore.
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Took out oil, and put the gas on. Measured out a goodly ration,
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Ladled it in practised fashion, spread it thin, my movements sure.
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Round the edges batter bubbled, far too quiet. The heat I doubled;
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Soon I'd be no longer troubled: hunger'd bother me no more.
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Oh, to be no longer troubled, hunger both'ring me no more.
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Crêpes: a food which I adore.
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Tested I the pancake, dipping fish-slice in to start its flipping;
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Grabbed the pan, towards me tipping. "Now be cooked!" I did implore.
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In my eagerness to turn it (lest I tarry and I burn it)
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With such horror I discern it: I had dropped it to the floor.
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Ah, with terror I discern that I had dropped it to the floor.
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Quoth the pancake: "Nevermore."
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[1]: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raven "The Raven Wikipedia page"
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